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Busy With R&R

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20121028-194925.jpgIt’s been a busy weekend. Kind of. I’ve been busy relaxing, out of the city.

But with the A&P show in Clareville this weekend, my weekend of relaxing wasn’t spent lazing about in the sun on my parents’ lawn. It was spent swanning around the show grounds, petting donkeys [insert ass joke here], and traipsing through poop. There was a lot of poop.
20121028-194940.jpg20121028-194947.jpg20121028-194954.jpgThere was also an extremely cute, hyperactive goat that butted the phone every time I tried to take a photo. I stood out like a real city-girl. But then I got the uncontrollable giggles and even the goat pretended not to see. Win.

My family also took me out to dinner at one of the restaurants in Masterton where we proceeded to stuff our faces full of tasty, tasty food. Weight loss fail. And my lil’ bro took the challenge of a garlic bread starter, a porterhouse steak with fries and a plate of BBQ pork ribs for the main course, and another garlic bread for dessert. There were no leftovers. Doggie bag unused. The wait staff checked in continuously. It’s probably safe to say someone won some cash on a little under the table wager.20121028-200656.jpgAnd as it I hadn’t pushed my luck enough this weekend, I went shopping for new jeans this morning. And found a pair. One size smaller than the last pair. Butt shot!
20121028-201250.jpg Now I’m back in Wellington (shot from the train above) nursing a food-hangover and a face of sugar-triggered pimples.

I’m going to go for a run tomorrow morning and nothing short of a natural disaster is going to stop me.

What’d you get up to this weekend?

Springtime Cuties

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The weather at home is disgusting. We’re talking winds taking roofs for trips down the road. It’s no hurricane, but it’s definitely enough to ruin a weekend.

So I hopped on the train yesterday and head over to the Wairarapa. Where the weather is still bad, but there are fewer flying objects.

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Carterton’s Daffodil Day festival was today. The festival celebrates the start of spring and the fact that Carterton’s the ‘daffodil capital’. So though it was raining there was still plenty of pretty flowers, lamb and generally very cute spring-time stuff.

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There were stalls at the park, and a craft and hobby show at the town events centre. It was very muddy. And (looking at the bright side of things) I’m staying just outside of town without a car, so there was a lot of walking.

And the best daffodils were growing on the street outside people’s houses – right between the road and the footpath.

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Life’s a Ball

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In case it hasn’t been clear from some of my previous comments, I love working for my current employer.  Not only are they as invested in my career as I am, but they fully support the idea of a work-life balance.  We work hard, we play hard.  And it’s fantastic.

I’ve had a very busy week this week – staying in the office late on a number of occasions (which isn’t very balanced on me, I’ll admit).  But we celebrated well last night at our annual ball.

1920s themed.  Partners welcomed.  Every level of the firm encouraged to join in and get to know the rest of the team socially.

Open bar.

Everyone looked gorgeous.  Unlike last year, most people dressed to the theme.  We had ’20s mobsters, flappers and feathers galore.

The Boyfriend looked dashing in his pinstriped waistcoat and his black shirt/white tie combination.

I went for a (very clingy) black flapper-style dress with plenty of sequins and tassels.  Rocked the pearls.  Feather clip in the time-consuming up-do.  The fake nails worked a treat.

Also made use of the open bar, and sadly regretted it this morning.

But all in all, it was a great night.  And I can’t wait for next year.


Sidenote:  I realise now that these may be the first photos of myself that I’ve posted on this blog – I haven’t been consciously avoiding sharing, I promise.  I’m just not in front of the camera as much as I am behind it.

Nothin’ but blue skies

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It’s the busy season for us at work so I’ve been working long days, and parts of my weekends, so I’ve found it difficult to get to the gym before it closes at 7. Since discovering endorphins I would usually trade these days I had planned to visit the gym with walking home. It’s far more mentally stimulating, and technically multitasking since it is exercise AND the commute home all wrapped up into one.

But here’s the kicker – the weather here has been horrible. Drenched to your bones, blown so you’re 45 degrees to the footpath, horrible. It’s the kind of weather that kills all motivation and the entire city has been enveloped in a blanket of soggy, foul-smelling bad moods.

Had something else been getting me down I would have walked home, an hour long trip across town. This weather makes it virtually impossible to do that safely (for fear of cars not seeing you, and hypothermia). So I’m taking action against the moods.

Ladies and gentlemen, please join me in reliving the joy of a good day with two unedited images of art from Wellington’s waterfront:

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And tell me, what do you do on days when the environment around you has got you down?

Sunglasses Highly Recommended

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We spent the weekend just been in Ohope, in the Bay of Plenty, for a wedding. The weather was perfect – clear, cloudless sky with the kind of sunshine you hope for when you’re headed to the beach. Where we were for the ceremony had a clear view right out over the beach to White Island, one of New Zealand’s active volcanoes.

It was my first time in Ohope and I wouldn’t hesitate in recommending it to anyone – though It was extremely humid in the evenings. Granted, that probably had more to do with our unit than the location. Best solution? Hang out outside. Simple.

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Ohope’s definitely a summer town, a very relaxed place where people just go about their business – usually without shoes – with no recognizable deadline. Even their sport is spontaneous and simply for fun. On the beach we found that someone had come along earlier and built a makeshift rugby field with full sized goal posts outside the surf club.

No. 8 wire indeed.